tall decaf cappuccino

4.12.2010

Right. So you know when you get all excited about something and you say, "I'm going to do XYZ every day, EVERY DAY, I TELL YOU"? And then you do XYZ for like, 3 days, and then there's a Law and Order: SVU marathon on USA and you lose all sense of motivation? That's me with blogging. I've had this account since 2008 and even had published posts, but then blah blah blah. Anyway, I'm starting over. Here's hoping attempt #2 lasts at least 4 days.

Anyway, moving on. I have a problem. A very large, heavy problem.

There's a big beast in my family room. It lurks in the corner, taunting me as I watch Dancing With the Stars and inhale Thin Mints. It also stole a significant amount of money from my bank account. I hate it.

(ooohh, it's a death trap!

Or a treadmill to the rest of the world.)

Now, I know what you're thinking. How horrible can it be?

You get on it. You run. All your cares in the world melt away. Your stress level decreases. You get off and feel amazing. Well, folks - not.my.experience. I get on. I run. I get a stitch in my side. Sweat drips in my eyes. I run out of breath. I don't feel less stressed. My legs hurt.

So why do I do it?

First, I like chicken strips and ice cream much more than I like salad and fruit. And let's face it, the metabolism only spirals downward as we get older. As much as I would like to believe otherwise, if I don't control it now it's going to be ten times harder ten years from now. Second, I like to have energy and I haven't had much since I stopped playing soccer seven years ago. Third, if my mother can run three miles EVERY day, I can too. And there's no reason to not make it happen.

So here's my commitment to a healthier lifestyle. I'll be honest - a large percentage of it is vanity. Having to buy a size up at Old Navy today was not a high point. But the other part of me wants to be able to run around at the park and throw a Frisbee without being winded. Maybe if I keep doing it day after day, I'll get to that point with this mythical "runner's high".

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The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are, can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall! Decaf! Cappuccino!